Stationery

Artist's Description

One day after anotherthe time go awaythe streets are always the same,the same houses.One day after anotherand everything ’as beforeone step after another,the itself, life.And eyes looking around that future whichthey had dreamedbut dreams are still dreamsand the future, and ’now almost past.One day after anotherthe life ,goes awaytomorrow will be a day like yesterday.The ship has already left the portand the shore seems a distant pointsomeone even tonightback disappointed to home ..slowly..slowlyOne day after anotherthe life, goes awayand hope by nowis an ’habit.…

…on which day…?…yesterday of another day of yesterday…?…when each day was different…?… yesterday another day of yesterday…?…when each day was different…?…on which day…?…the day the ship left so long ago as if it were right now a blinking thought into the night of tonight…a picture memory of a photograph painted as twilight noir…applause applause…